by Sadie May
Without a word, I start down the hall, the short distance to his campus office. It’s spacious, private, and it smells like him. Shit, my panties are getting wet just being here.
The two of them come in just behind me and I hear the door close. Turning on my heel, I try again. “Ethan,” I rush into it. “It’s not like you don’t know I’m right. This is bad for you. With Sky, you nearly got caught.”
He doesn’t answer just walks over to me and places his hand just under my jaw. He lets his finger slide down my neck and then down the deep V of my sweater. “That isn’t why you’re doing this.” His hand skims over the fabric of my shirt. Grabbing the hemline, he lifts it over my head.
I’m so naughty, I don’t resist. His lips claim mine in a scalding kiss that heats every part of my body. Trace is pressed to my back, I feel his bare skin, he’s already shirtless.
Ethan deepens our kiss as Trace drops to his knees and pulls my pants and underwear down around my knees. Then spreading my ass cheeks apart, he licks me from my pussy all the way up the crack of my ass. I gasp into Ethan’s mouth.
Their touch is like a drug and I am powerless to resist.
Ethan pulls back but I can feel his eyes on us as he strips off his own clothes. “I am going to fuck you until you forget this nonsense about breaking up with us and you remember how good we are together,” he growls, stepping closer again.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper against his lips. Because I want them both so much and all of my good intentions are forgotten with the press of their heated skin.
Trace, is relentlessly licking me and my body is already shaking with need. Ethan grabs my head as he ravages my lips again but then he starts pushing me lower.
Opening my mouth, his cock thrusts into my parted lips just as Trace jabs his tongue inside me. The back of my lids light up with stars as an orgasm rips through me. Fortunately no one can hear me moan, my mouth is too stuffed with cock.
As my orgasm subsided, Trace’s mouth leaves me but is quickly replaced with his cock as he pushes inside my pussy, filling me to the brim. I grabbeed onto Ethan’s hips as Trace’s thrust sends Ethan’s cock further down my throat. I am full of cock in the most satisfying way.
I can hear both of them groaning as our skin slaps together, their hands touching me everywhere.
Suddenly Ethan pulls out of my mouth and I give a whimper of protest, my hands pulling his hips closer again.
But he leans his face closer to mine. “You don’t want to see us because you’re developing feelings for us, aren’t you?” Ethan asks me as he takes my lips again. Trace’s cock is still pumping in and out of me, making me spasm once more.
“Yes,” I cry out, only able to tell the truth in a moment like this.
“But why end it then?” Trace asks, thrusting deep inside of me.
I shake my head. It’s too much. “You’ll grow tired of me. You’re both so amazing and I am so…” I don’t finish as Trace slows his stroke.
“Gorgeous,” Trace asked.
“Intelligent,” Ethan added.
I look up him then. “Two days ago, you thought I was cheating to get through your class.”
“I was wrong.” Ethan took my face in his hands. “And you are wrong today. Trace and I are never going to be done with you. We were afraid that you didn’t want to be with two old guys anymore.”
They were insecure about me? “But you brought me in here and started stripping off my clothes.”
“As soon as I touched you, I knew that it wasn’t boredom but something else entirely.” His kiss was tender now. “Missy, if you’ll have us. We’ll give you all the love you could ever need.”
Trace groaned behind me. “Baby, I swear, we’ll take good care of you. I know it isn’t conventional but—”
“Fuck conventional,” I grinned up at Ethan and then over my shoulder at Trace. “That’s for normal girls.”
Trace is still inside me, but I straighten and kiss him over my shoulder then I kiss Ethan again too.
“That’s our girl,” Ethan says as he picks me up, pulling me off Traces cock. Moving to the couch, he pulls me on top of him and slides inside me as he kisses me long and hard.
I feel Trace move behind me as Ethan spreads my ass cheeks apart. “Are you ready for both of us, baby?” Trace asks as his cock presses against my ass.
“Yes,” I hiss, heating at the thought of taking them both at once.
Trace slowly slides inside my ass until I’m so full I can barely breathe. I start to moan but Ethan takes my lips, swallowing the sound.
They start a rhythm, working together pumping in and out of me. Ethan is pressed against my front, Trace at my back, I am wrapped in a cocoon of warmth as my body hums with need. My limbs shaking as my body starts to spasm around them.
“I’m going to come,” I cried, my body clenching their cocks tighter as they piston in and out of me. It’s rocketing though me, my entire body spasming with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Trace grunted, his voice hoarse.
“Missy,” Ethan moans at nearly the same moment.
The sound of their voices send me over the edge as my body shudders, an orgasm ripping through me.
They both groan out as their cocks pulse inside me. Never has an orgasm felt like that.
My head tips down to rest on Ethan’s chest. Trace pulls out of me and sits on the floor, his head resting on my lower back.
“We love you, Missy,” he murmurs.
Ethan’s hand strokes down my back. “We’re not going to stop anytime soon. Maybe never.”
Are they for real? I lift my head, my eyes slowly focusing on Ethan’s face then Trace’s. I can see it shining in both of their eyes. I give them a soft smile, my hand touching each of their faces. “I love you too.” Them my grin widens. “But if we’re doing this again tonight, I am going to need you both to tutor me. I’ve got a GPA to worry about.”
They both laugh. “You got it.” Trace takes my hand and kisses my palm. Ethan’s lips brushing over my cheek.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been happier.
Epilogue
Kicking off my heels, I put my feet up on the executive coffee table as I lean back on the couch. Trace and I just finished our second week of a four-week filming session. My new employer put us in a short term apartment. It’s great for the month and I am so excited about my new job, but I miss Ethan.
I love Trace, but it’s only when I am both of them that I feel complete.
My phone rings and Ethan’s name pops up. The summer session ended yesterday and he just has a few days of clean up before he can join us. “Hey sexy,” I murmur as I pick up my phone.
“Hi gorgeous,” I can hear him smiling. “How was your day?”
“Good,” I reply, cradling the phone. “We miss you.”
He gives a chuckle, but the phone makes a weird crackling sound, his voice echoing. “I miss you, too. Way more than I can say over the phone…”
And then there is a knock at the door.
I get up, padding over in my bare feet. “Ethan?” I ask into the phone.
“Open the door, love,” he replies just before the phone goes dead.
Flicking the lock, I throw open the door and launch myself into his arms.
He catches me easily as his lips capture mine. I hear someone coming down the hall, but I pay them no mind as I hear a voice loudly whisper. “Isn’t she with that other fellow?”
Yep, I am. I’m fucking them both on a full time basis and I couldn’t be happier.
It makes me wonder why I ever fought it.
Ethan carries me back inside and I hear Trace chuckle. Picking my head up I see him close and bolt the door. “Giving the neighbors a show?”
My body slides against Ethan’s. “Want to invite them over to watch?”
Both men laugh. “You know we don’t share,” Trace growls through his laugh.
“Me either,” I pull Trace to press behind me. “You’re both mine.”
“Damn
right,” Ethan kisses me again. “And it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen you so I expect you to be naked in the next five minutes.”
“Yes sir,” I purr. This is going to be amazing.
The Naughty Temptation
By Sadie May
I’m the quiet one. The shy one. The strange one.
The one with the kinkiest fetish.
That’s how my sisters think of me, it’s no secret. And I’m fine with that. The beauty of Kappa house is that every sister is free to do as she pleases, no matter how naughty her kink.
Freshman year I was a good sport. I partook of all the fun that our underground sex club had to offer. But by the time sophomore year rolled around, I’d figured out what worked for me.
And it wasn’t getting screwed for all the world to see. Or being fucked by multiple guys at once—not that I didn’t enjoy those interludes immensely.
No, what I liked was a little different from the other girls. I liked to be alone, in my room, and in the dark.
I know. Sounds super vanilla, right? Except that’s where you’re wrong. Because what really gets me off is having my partner be totally anonymous so I’m free to revel in my wildest fantasies. While my mystery man fucks me, he can be anyone, we could be anywhere.
The first few times I tried it, I’d worn a blindfold and let the girls spread the word that there was a girl waiting to get laid upstairs.
And fuck, the results were…interesting. I’d found that I loved the element of mystery. Not knowing who was going to come into my room or how they were going to take me. I realized early on that I got a kick out of the submissive thing. I liked handing over control and having my pleasure in the hands of others. And the anonymous part…well, that appealed to me for a whole other reason.
You see there’s this guy—this older guy—and I’d been crushing on him since I was fifteen. So whenever the blindfold was on and a cock was thrusting into me, making me moan, in my mind it was him.
But that’s beside the point. I was getting around to explaining how I’d ended up finding the perfect lay during one of these blindfolded fuck sessions. I’d spent months doing the same thing—spreading the word through my sisters and having a parade of guys come to my room and fuck me while I was blindfolded.
None of my visitors were really rough with me—we didn’t allow that sort of guy into our little club—but being blindfolded and helpless clearly brought out a lot of fetishes from the men. They did things they might not have had the courage to do if I’d had my eyes open and would recognize them on campus the next day.
Some of it I liked…a lot. And some stuff just wasn’t my cup of tea.
I learned a lot those first few months, about myself, about what made me hot, about what made my pussy so wet I could hardly bear it.
And then I found him. My ultimate mystery man. Or rather, he found me, I guess, since he was the one to come up to my room. He was perfection. He seemed to know what I’d want before I even wanted it. His hands had this way of touching me that made me feel completely on edge and totally relaxed at the same time.
He was masterful in his control over my body and the situation.
From the first time he came into the room and fucked me senseless, I knew I’d found the one. I told my friend Morgan that once and she mocked me mercilessly. From there on out she’d referred to me as the house’s slutty Goldilocks.
She was kind of right.
There’s been some who were too quick, some who were too slow. Some were too gentle, and some just were too bizarre for my tastes.
But then there was him.
Tonight I knew he’d come for me. He always arrived at midnight on Friday. It’s kind of become our thing. I didn’t outright forbid other men from coming into my room, but I’d stopped spreading the word that I was free and soon enough he was the only man to sneak into my room at night.
By the time he showed up tonight, I was wet just from anticipation. He knew it too. I heard his low satisfied laugh as he stood over me at the side of the bed. I’d worn my favorite lingerie, even though I knew it wouldn’t last long.
He’d never spoken above a husky growl so I didn’t really know his voice. I didn’t know his name or what he looked like either, but I knew him intimately. I knew what made him hard. I knew what made him groan.
I knew how he made me feel.
My breaths were uneven as I waited for him to touch me for what felt like an excruciatingly long time. I could feel his eyes on my body, soaking in the sight of my big tits and rounded hips in the lacy negligee. I lay with my hands at my side but I spread my legs slightly so he could see the black silk panties and the garter belt I’d worn just for him.
I liked to show off for him. It was my way of telling him just how much I loved our nights together.
I heard his intake of air as he caught sight of the garter belt. Then, finally, his hand moved down over my belly to cup my pussy.
My hips jerked up at the contact, already needing more.
“Shh,” he soothed, his fingers stroking me lightly through the silk. “Be a good girl and let me look at you.”
I bit my lip, holding back a moan of protest. He knew what he was doing. He’d build the anticipation until I was ready to beg for it. God, I loved this man.
Well, I loved fucking him, at least.
After another agonizing wait, his other hand moved over my thighs, tracing the line where the thigh-high stockings met skin, then trailing along the garter belt. All the while his hand cupped my mound, his fingers sliding along the seam of my folds, each stroke a little firmer than the last.
“So wet,” he murmured. Even through the silk he could feel me getting hot for him.
I bit my lip hard to keep from begging. That would only make him prolong the wait.
That was his little game he liked to play with me. It was a game that was equal parts torture and pleasure. He drove me to the brink every single time. But if I begged or pleaded or moaned before he gave me permission, the sweet torture dragged on even longer.
If I was a good girl and played by his rules, he’d give me the pounding I craved and the orgasm I needed.
My hips twitched slightly despite my best efforts to hold still beneath the torment. The movement was small but he caught it. His hand on my pussy stilled. Then he lifted it slightly and brought it down firmly, giving my pussy a spanking.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Oh shit, I loved when his voice got all deep and commanding like that. He never raised it above a whisper volume-wise but he didn’t need to. He conveyed sternness and command with that deep growl of his.
I managed to stay completely still as his hands finished their exploration of my panties and garter belt. Then he shifted so he was kneeling over me. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my thighs as he moved over me, his one hand still gently stroking my pussy as his other hand took its sweet time exploring the plunging neckline and thin straps of the lingerie.
When I thought the exploration would never end, he surprised me by ripping the bodice down, snapping the thin spaghetti straps and leaving my tits bare under his watchful gaze.
The sudden cold air on my nipples was too much. I gasped and let out a whimper that earned my pussy another sharp slap. The sting was such delicious torture I nearly cried out again. His free hand pinched one nipple, then the other.
Oh fuck, he knew how I liked it. I nearly came right then and there just from the slap and the pinch. His calloused fingers were just rough enough, his touch firm and tough, but never harsh.
God, he knew how to bring me to heights of desire I’d never known were possible before he came into my life.
I’d never seen him, but in my imagination he had the face of the man I’d been fantasizing about for years. In my fantasies he’d spank me, just like I’d caught him spanking his girlfriend when he’d come to stay at our house as a friend of my parents.
He’d broken up with that woman years ago, that much I knew from my parents�
�� gossip. They no longer kept in touch with him, he’d been one of their former colleagues, a professor at the school where they’d both taught before moving away from academic life.
I shouldn’t have spied on Professor Marks but I’d been crushing on him for nearly a year at that point and I’d heard noises coming from his room. The door had been open a crack and I’d seen it all. The way he’d had her bent over the desk, her hands bound and her mouth gagged. Her eyes had rolled back with pleasure as his hand had come down on her rounded ass, making it jiggle as she jerked forward.
Oh God, the memory had my pussy throbbing. My mystery man must have felt it because he pushed the panties aside and thrust two fingers inside me. My muscles clamped onto his fingers.
“Is this what you need, baby girl?”
I nodded. Yes. Oh fuck yes. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
But he knew that too. As his fingers moved in and out, he tore off the panties.
“Spread your legs for me.” I heard him shifting, getting protection, no doubt.
I opened my legs for him.
“Spread them wider. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I lifted them slightly and let my knees fall apart so I was wide open for him.
This time he was the one who groaned. “God, such a perfect pussy.”
I arched my hips, silently begging him to fuck me.
My silence was rewarded. This time, he didn’t make me wait.
His cock was hard and thick as he thrust it into me. I cried out, no longer able to control myself as his mouth found mine and he thrust his cock into me over and over. His hands squeezed my tits and grabbed my ass, his movements gratifyingly desperate, making it clear that he felt the same urgency. The same overwhelming need.
Too quickly I felt an orgasm coming on. My legs wrapped around him tight as he pounded into me so hard my bed shook. Then I was gone, spiraling into ecstasy as he came inside me.
As I came back to reality, I grinned, adoring the way he kissed my neck and shoulders so tender and loving.